A/N: I feel like this chapter is terrible I'm sorry if you guys don't like it! Please review! :)

Chapter 5

Peter stood at the opposite side walk looking up at the enormously tall building, The giant green letters running down the side of the building read out Oscorp. As he walked through the automatic glass doors he looked up to the roof, he felt his palms start to sweat and his vision blurred in and out while he walked around looking confused. The receptionist at the front desk noticed that the young man looked extremely out of place.

"Excuse me!" she called out to him.

"Wh-what?" Peter said walking over to the front desk.

"May I help you?" she said snobishly.

"Uh I-I don't know, I'm here to see Harry h-he told me to meet him here," Peter manged to stammer out.

She began typing something up on the computer sitting in front of her, "Oh !" she exclaimed as if it had just become obvious who he was.

She quickly gave him directions and a badge so he wouldn't get stopped by security. He hadn't exactly heard all her directions, but he didn't want to make her repeat herself so he just nodded and smiled nervously as he backed toward the escalator.

Peter patiently waited as the escalator took him slowly up to the next level. A computerized female voice began to play through the entire building and as Peter looked up he saw a giant holographic screen showing Norman Osborn's silouette holding a globe with Oscorp Industries plastered to the front.

"Welcome to Oscorp," the voice began, "born from the mind of our founder Norman Osborn the Oscorp Tower houses 108 floors of innovation,"

Peter looked around him smiling thinking of walking into this building every day to be apart of these amazing scientists and businessmen.

"Our scientific minds are pushing the boundries of defense, bio-medical, and chemical technologies. The future lies within,"

As Peter stepped off the escalator he smiled at the corny line that he had just heard. He started to try to remember the directions he was given, but just as he started to walk toward what he thought was the right place a security guard stopped him,

"Hey little man your group is over there," The large man said nodding his head toward a group of people huddled around eachother.

Peter began to try to explain his situation, "Oh no you don't under-" but before he could finish the man cut him off.

"No, no son I understand completely," He said holding up his hands in a sarcastic defensive manner, "now get back with the group,"

Peter reluctantly turned toward the large group of people and walked to the back.

"What are we waiting here for?" Peter asked the small asian kid standing in front of him.

"Uh I guess," The kid responded in a nerdy tone and turned back away from Peter.

" ?" Peter thought to himself "maybe getting sent over to this group wasn't such a bad thing,"

Peter stood there looking down at the floor pondering what he was going to say to the illustrious scientist, her voice snapped him from his thoughts. It was so delicate, but it demanded to be heard. Gwen was standing at the front of the group hugging a small clipboard to her stomach.

"Welcome to Oscorp, my name's Gwen Stacy. I'm a senior at Midtown Science, I'm also head intern to ," she explained looking through the group of hopeful people.

Peter quickly stepped behind a fairly tall boy standing in front of him and covered his face with his hand trying not to draw attenion to himself.

"So I'll be with you for the duration of your visit," she continued.

Peter looked up from his hand trying to catch a glimpse of her without being seen. She still looked just as beautiful as she did this morning, he thought the lab coat brought out even more in her.

"Where I go you go that's the basic rule, if you remember that all will be fine, but if you forget that then-" she was cut short by a man yelling incoherent words from the floor below the group. Peter noticed the man was being drug away by the same security guard that forced him to join this group of people.

"Well I guess I don't have to tell you what happens if you forget that," she said as the group gave a small chuckle, "shall we?"

They all followed Gwen eagerly except Peter he trudged behind trying to remain annonomyous. They stopped at a pair of closed glass doors where Gwen scanned her badge and the door slid open. She turned and face everyone.

"Your badges won't do that just in case someone decides they want to sneak away to explore the lab," she said walking through the doors, "Come around this way," Gwen said pointing to an area in which she wanted the group to gather.

As Peter stooped to the back he saw a familar one armed man walk out from a sliding glass door marked with a simple three.

"Good afternoon Gwen," said.

" ," Gwen returned his gesture with a nodd.

"Welcome, my name is Connors," he began.

Peter snuck around the back of the group to get a better look at the man he saw in the picture with his father the night before.

"And yes incase you're wondering I'm a southpaw," Connors joked sending a small laugh through the group of hopeful interns, "I'm not a cripple I'm a scientist and I'm the worlds foremost authority on herpetology, that's reptiles for those of you who don't know, but like the parkinson's patient who watches on in horror as her body slowly betrays her, or the man with emaculate degeneration who's eyes grow dimmer each day I long to fix myself. I want to create a world without weakness,"

As he spoke Peter had stopped trying to hide and he was focussed on every word Connors had just said, he had read article after article on Connors trying to explain his theory, Peter found it utterly outstanding what Connors wanted to do with his research.

"Anyone care to venture a guess just how?" Connors asked.

Immediately a kid wearing a green sweater vest in the front shot his hand up.

"Yes?" Connors said.

"Stem cells?" the boy said almost to confident.

"Promising, but the solution I'm thinking of is more radical," Connors said looking to the group, "No one?"

Then from the back of the group in a small voice that was barely loud enough to hear Peter said, "Cross Species Genetics," everyone in the group turned to him as his head was bowed to the floor, he was mentally kicking himself for speaking up. Peter looked up surprised that everyone was now intentively looking at him. Gwen recognized him almost immediatley when he looked up, she quickly looked down at her list scanning it for his name, but just as she thought it wasn't there.

"A person gets parkinson's when the brain cells that produce dopamine start to disapear," Peter continued still quiet, but more confident in his knowledge of Biology, "but the Zebra Fish has the ability to regenerate cells on command,"

As he continued his words got stronger and more meaningful, his eyes always lit up when he began talking about the amazing science behind everything and this time was no different. After going through the list a couple more times Gwen looked up and listened fascinated and a little more attracted to him.

"If you could somehow give this ability to the woman you're talking about that's that she's," Peter stopped and gave a quick smile thinking of the scientific possibilities that could happen if Connors theory was actually possible, "she's curing herself,"

"Yeah you just have to look past the gills on her neck," the same boy who had answered before Peter spoke up sending the entire group into laughter.

Connors quickly dismissed their laughter with a quick shhhht, "And you are?" Connors asked Peter completely astonished such a young man could be so brilliant.

Peter gave a nervous look to not knowing what to say now that the question wasn't about science.

Gwen quickly came to his rescue, "He's one of Midtown's best and brightest," she said.

"Really?" Connors returned looking to Gwen.

"Mhm, he's second in his class," she said smiling knowing Peter thought he was number one.

"Second?" Peter asked perplexed.

"Yeah," Gwen responded.

"You sure about that?" Peter asked once again.

"I'm pretty sure," she said never taking her eyes off of his.

Connors pager began to ring from his waist as he looked at the message his eyes went a little disappointed, "I'm afraid duty calls, I'll leave in the more than capable hands of ," he said smiling, "nice meeting you all," when he said that his eyes seemed to drift to the intelligent young boy with the messy brown hair.

Connors walked away and Gwen started up another hologram with the same electronic female voice from earlier showing a big tree with different types of animals on the branches. Peter tried to sneak around the group to catch up with Connors, but Gwen had seen him and turned to stop him.

"Hi," she said forcing him to stop.

Peter turned and faced her, he tried to say something, but his throat closed itself off so he just gave a small cough attempting to clear his throat.

"Where ya going?" She said tilting her head at him.

Peter continued to struggle to find his words so he just pointed his thumb behind him and gave some incoherent sounds.

She smiled brightly at his nervousness, "What are you doing here?" she said still smiling.

"I work here," he said so confidently he nearly convinced himself it was the truth.

Gwen looked away from him annoyed, but quickly turned back waiting to see what he'd come up with next.

"I don't work here. I was going to say I work here, but I-it seems like you do in fact work here so you know I don't in fact work here," Peter rambled out with a nervous smile on his face.

"Are you following me?" she teased.

"No I'm not follow-no I'm not following you, no I'm not, I had no idea you worked here," Peter once again rambled out with a big nervous smile plastered onto his face.

"Then why would you be here?" she said sweetly.

Peter sat there for a moment trying to focus on why he was there, then he remembered Harry, "I was uh-I was supposed to meet someone here,"

"You were supposed to meet someone?" Gwen asked not convinced.

"Yeah," Peter said trying to hide his nervousness.

The hologram made swoosh noise from behind her and she realized she still had a job to do, "I have to lead this tour group," Gwen said seriously now, "so I'm going to ask you more about this later, do not get me in trouble,"

Peter shook his head in acknowledgement once again giving out nervous incoherent sounds. As she turned to return to the front of the group he watched her golden hair sway with every movement. It mesmerized him until he realized he had to try to find Harry. He quickly backed away as the rest of the group followed Gwen down the lab. Just as he went to turn around he bumped into some man in a suit, a folder flew on the ground in front of Peter and he quickly scrambled to pick it up. As he looked clearly at the folder he noticed two red zeroes like the ones he had seen on his dad's equation last night.

"Sorry," Peter said nervously holding onto the folder tightly.

The man attempted to take the folder from Peter, but he had death grip on it thinking of his father. Peter finally released the folder when he got his sense of reality back. The man snatched the folder away from Peter and stared at him as if he was looking at a ghost. He shook off the look and walked quickly away.

Peter stood there debating on whether to go find Harry or to follow the man, his curiosity got the best of him and he followed a safe distance behind him, until he reached a lab door marked 00 Biocable Development Unit. The man quickly entered a pattern into the lock sequence and opened the door. Two men in white hazmat suits appeared from the room and the three walked away down the dark hallway. Peter once again let his curiosity get to him, he walked up to the door and recreated the pattern he had just seen.

He got it on his first try and walked into the white tile room. The combination of bright white tile and flourescent lights made the brightness nearly unbearble, he looked around the lab as he closed the door, he saw a machine putting tiny pellets into clear plastic containers, another machine stretching out what looked like spider webs and twisting and pulling it, he thought about his fathers work and remembered seeing a lot of spiders drawn on the chalk board and even some live ones in his office, "This must be what he was working on," Peter thought looking around the small room. He was just about to leave when sometthing caught his eye a door hiding a blue room marked 00 Restricted Access Spiders.

He opened the door to just take a quick look around, when he walked in he was sucked in by the incredible machine that the spiders were on and the intricacy of their webs, it was like nothing he had ever seen before. He studied the webbing for a second, then he pulled back on one and let it go, it gave off a beautiful hum like the strings of a guitar, but after that the whole machine stopped revolving.

Peter pulled his hand quickly away and covered his mouth, the machine started moving the webs upward and he puts his hand through his hair nervously as his eyes widened. Then the spiders started falling down on him like rain. At first he tried to stay extremely still, but after a few seconds he started flailing his arms and shaking around vigorously. When he finally thought he got the last spider off of him, he quickly backed away from the machine with a look of terror plastered on his face.

As quickly and carefully as he could Peter rushed out of the lab and closed the door giving a nervous shiver at the thought of all the spiders that had just been crawling all over him. He began tracing his steps back toward the front entrance to get the directions from the receptionist again, when he fianlly got back to the front of the building Harry was standing at the front desk yelling and making extremely violent arm gestures, then he saw the dark haired receptionist point up at him as he came down the escalator. Harry rushed from the desk to the end of the escalator waiting for Peter to get to the end.

"Where the hell have you been?" Harry asked putting his arms out to emphasize his question even more.

"I-uh got distracted," Peter said scratching the back of his neck nervously. As he did he felt a jolt of pain travel down his neck as if he was just stabbed by tiny needles. He winced and grabbed at the pain.

"Come on, follow me my father's waiting for you," Harry said walking onto the escalator taking him upward.

Peter slowly removed his hand from his neck, but the pain still lingered, he tried to figure out what it could have been as he followed Harry up the escalator. One thing never left his mind though, those damn spiders.